To the Beatnik

Spending time telling, feeling
In case the world falls in
Taking words to treasure them
No worry or fear
No words misplaced
An idea, an embryo
Born into the light
Fell from lips
At an opportune time

For the longest time
Lived under a cloud
Knowing who I am
Knowing all you are

I dared not come
Stopped short of words
The face, the smile
The way you made cake and ate
The way you held your guitar, don't weep

Only pictures in the mind
Nothing gained or lost
Now the sky is clear
And the rain falls soft
It's time to grow wild
No effort to declare
Yes I do.

‘I look at you all
See the lover that’s sleeping’ – John, Paul, George & Ringo.

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